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-TTHE NEWS-HERALD, HILLSBORO, OHIO, THURSDAY, JULY 2, 1914.8-l""",wrrVh"MAPLE GROVE.Juno 29, 1014.Wm. Wise and family had as theirguests Sunday Henry Beltz'and wifeand Mrs. Herbert Moberly and daughter, Thelma.Charles Euverard and wife anddaughter, Chrlstene, were entertained by Roy Euverard and family Sunday. Mrs. Will Pointer and childrencalled on Elizabeth Mock and daughters Sunday afternoon.Glenn Furstenberger and wife, ofCincinnati, and Loren Furstenberger,of Peebles, were called here last weekby the Illness of their father, CharlesFurstenberger.Lewis Mock and wife were guests ofJohn Shaffer and wife Sunday.George Mlnke and wife, of Buford,and Lincoln Ilarrls and wife werecalling at the Mlnke residence Sundayafternoon.Charles Frurstenberger. a respectedcitizen of this community, passedaway Saturday morning after severalmonths Illness, aged 71 years, 5months and 14 days. He leaves tomourn his departure a wife and twosons, Glenn, of Cincinnati, and Loren,of Peebles. Funeral services wereconducted by Rev. S. E. Wilkin atthe Mowrystown Church of Christ.Interment at Mowrystown.m mm fcEAST DANVILLE.June 29, 1914.A number of young ladles from herewent to Berry's Camp Wednesday oflast week with well filled baskets andspent the day in playing games of allkinds. An enjoyable time was had.Miss Vera Pratt, of Prlcelown, spentseveral days last week with A. B.Robinson and wife.J. O. Gossett and family entertaineda number of young folks from A ricetown Sunday.H. L. Hawk and family, Wm. Hawkand wife and A. R. Hawk and wifeand daughter, Margaret, spent Sunday with R iy Euverard and family, atHollowton.Mattle Fouch took dinner Sundaywith Josephine Wilkin, at Danville.M isses Opal and Mattie Redkey, ofDodsonville, spent one day last weekwith J. A. Fouch and family.Wm. Blshlr spent Sunday withhome folks.A. B. Robinson and wife visitedJohn Vance and family recently.Wm. King and family spent oneevening this week with Lewis Kingand family, at Danville.H. J. Vance is transacting businessin Brown county this weekrKorean Justloo.The Korean Judge dispenses Justicein the open, and by etiquette only choJudge can sit Every one else mustBtand, excepting tbe prisoner and bisfriends, who are forced to remain in abumble kneeling position with bowedbeads. Until quite recently these trials"Were always very one sided and shockingly unjust, states the Wide WorldMagazine. When a man was broughtto a Judge it was taken for granted bewas guilty, and if he did not confessbe was tortured and made to do soWitnesses, too, were openly bribed. Infact, giving 'evidence for or against anaccused person meant a living to aportion of tho community, and thesewitnesses naturally favored those whopaid best Punishments varied. Ifthe prisons were too full and the condemned could not pay a fine they wereoften given a chance to escape or disappeared by some means. Thoughtheso things are of the past, KoreanJudges, like those of China, possess apoor idea of the sense of Justice.An Ancient Mariner's Tale.A solemn man leaned forward as thetrain approached the seaside resort.Ton see that boardln' bouse overthere. I can tell you a funny storyabout that I was stayin' there thirtyyears since, and there was a 'usbandand wife there, too very pleasant people. One day after dinner 'e says to'er, as any 'usband might say to anywife, 'Pass me them boots.' And sheBays to 1m, as any wife might say toany "uaband, 'Get 'em yourself.' And'e says, 'I'll never ask you for no moreboots.' ""Well, is that all?" asked the victimas tho ancient mariner paused forbreath."No. B went out at once and drowned 'imaelf in those very boots a newpair fresh on."And the ancient mariner was obviously gratified by the sensationwhich tho climax of bis funny storyproduced. Manchester Guardian.The Legs In Swimming.The correct stroke of the legej is exactly like that of a frog's hind legs.Watch one of these frogs and copy hisBtyle. You cannot do better. The legsare drawn up together slowly, not witha Jork, until they are gathered in closetinder the body. Then with a sudden,quick spring they are shot out behind,the ankles being turned so that thesoles of the feet present as flat a surface as possible to the water and sooffer more resistance from which tomake progress. As the kick is madethe legs should be spread out in theshape of a letter V, but not allowedto sink far down under the surface ofthe water. If they kick downward atan .angle instead of out straight behind much of their energy Is wasted inunnecessarily forcing the body out ofthe water instead of forward.I A Commune IGirlShe Passed Through Successive Spiritual Forms.By F. A. MITCIIELI am now an old mun-a very oldmah. The middle of my life is whatthe hub Is to the wheel. As all partsof the wheel center lu the hub, so allparts of my existence point to the timeof the war of my country with Prussia, the siege of Paris, the army ofGermans marching through the city,the uprising of the commune. Its briefand almles3 reign. Its fall.In 1870 1 wus working In my vineyard in the department of Indre.1 had no natural taste for war, andsince my parents, who were very old.Beetled me I did uot enlist in the army.But when Paris was besieged I wasconscripted. Having been sent to thecapital. 1 wus put in the defenses onMount Valerian and was soon wounded by a fragment of a shell. Thistransferred me to a hospital.1 lay on my cot In a stupor. Presently opening my eyes, I looked up, intothe face of n woman. It seemed tome that a window of heaven bad opened and au angel was looking downupon me. And. oh, the pity there wasin that countenance! It seemed thatit w,us not for me alone, but for allwho suffered for France. It was theface of youth, that youth In which noble sentiments so easily take a strongbold, youth that does not reason, butfeels. In that countenunce I seemedto see an impersonation of the spiritof altruism.When she withdrew' I followed herwith my eyes. She went from cot tocot leaving In her wake what she hadleft with me. Her figure was lithe:ber step was quick. She seemed tohave much to do. The bountiful sympathy there was In her was for all,and to distribute It she must be alwaysmoving.I lay on my cot for weeks listeningto a sullen booming of distant guns.THE FIODRE OP A WOMAN APPEARED ONITS CREST.I wished that I might be dischargedfrom the hospital not that I mighttake my place again behind the defenses, but that 1 might get anotherview of that devoted face. And, whenI had seen it once, surely 1 wouldwant never to cease to see it.1 did uot recover till the Prussianshad marched away. Then one day,leaning on a cane, I went forth on totho street, ignorant of the fact that thecommune bad risen and was fightingfor the possession of the capital.Meeting a man whose blouse markedhim as a workman, I asked him whatwas the situation."The Germans are gone." he said."Some workmen have taken possessionof Montmartre and have cannon there.Troops were sent to drive them nway,but the troops would not fight againstthe workmen."Later I learned that the communehad risen against the national assembly and the president of the provisional government. 1 well remember thesiege sustained by tbe communistsagainst the national army, tbe assassination of Generals Thomas and LeCompte. the murder of tbe archbishopof Paris and others whom they heldas hostages. Then when they foundthat the troops of the regular constituted authority were about to overpower them they attempted to destroyParis, since they could not bold It.While "all this was going on I wentabout looking for her who bad passedthrough the hospital leaving hope,courage, all that was good and virtuous and strong, in her trail. 1 didnot see her. Then came a horriblethought. Had she been sacrificed tothat spirit of vandalism which hoveredover Paris at the hands of tbe commune? Alas. It was impossible thatsuch purity could live amid sucb barbarity. She must have perished pro.testing against the enemies about her.Hearing that t mob had gathered intho Place Vendome, I went there, movcd by a desire to see what new Iconoclnsm would bo perpetrated. Pushing my way through the crowd, 1 entered n building, determined to reacha window above from which I couldBee what was going on. 1 succeeded,nnd tbe whole of the open xquure. ifilled with a howling multitude, wnsspread before me. Presently an opening was made, and n knot of men, preceded by a woman who was eggingthem on, approached tbe column inthe center of the square. She,n lithe,delicate figure, turned her face toward me.Horror of horrors! She was tho girlwho bad bent over me in the hospital.A rope was produced and fixedaround tho column. I saw an excitedcrowd pulling on the rope, and amongthe number was tbe girl of whom 1bad been dreaming.And yet my reverence for her wasnot changed to antagonism. Rather, Ifelt for her the sympathy she badshown for me. I saw in her a noblesoul, but one perverted. That greatsympathy which was a part of her nature for the world's unfortunate, thepoor, those who toll, yet never reach 'affluence, had been turned awry. Apower for good, it had become a power for evil.And were not these wretches, inflamed by bate, by despair, by a (allure to reach that Ignis fatuus theyhad been following, to destroy whatthey could not turn to their comfort,also to be pitied?The next time I saw this girl of thecommune It was night I was standing before a burning building. A redflame shot out throwing a bloodlikeglare over a sea of faces. Turning myhead, I saw n slender feminine' figurestanding on a box addressing those immediately about ber. She was tbe girlI had seen In tbe hospital and at thepulling down of the Vendome column.I could not hear her words, but on berfnce was the expression of one working In a holy cause. And yet therewas now more of the militant than ofthe angel. Under the strain the wild 'beast that lurks in our natures wascoming to the frontMeanwhile I had become strongenough to do my part In re-establishingorder. I took my place among thetegular troops who were fighting theirway through the streets of the capital.One day we were led up to a barricade 'behind which tbe communists wereevidently bent on making a desperatestand. In the narrow street was not 'room for us to deploy, though we scat- 'tered as much as possible, and we wereat a great disadvantage, presenting acompact target for those who foughtbehind heaped cobblestones. When wecame within range we received astorm of bullets which laid many ofus on tbe street. !But we pressed on and were about Ito proceed to carry the barricade bystorm when the figure of a womnn appeared on Its crest, n sword In onehand, a pistol In the other. She washnlf tllrnnil frnm lm llrinfi. tlinnn ho.ncath her on the other side to como upand meet our expected attack. Thenshe turned and glared at us.Tho figure was that of the girl of tbehospital; the face had become that ofthe girl of the commune. She was theImpersonation of hate. Vet she was awoman, and none of our men wouldfire on her. My reverence for her wnsgone, but In Its place had come a profound regret. I seemed to see an angelfrom heaven turned into a demon fromhell.Despite her efforts and for a timethey were successful In holding hermen to the defense of the barricadewe captured it and she was among tbeprisoners. There was none of that submissive spirit apparent in ber pertaining to the Christian martyr; there wererebellion, hate, the fierceness of a tigress who bad been defending her cubsand seen them slaughtered. She wassent under guard to prison, and 1, oneof her conquerors, was sent to takeher there.Short work was made of tbe communists once they were In the powerof the legitimate government Thosewho were captured with arms orwhose hands indicated that they hadbeen working on tbe barricades werelined up against a wall and shot downwithout mercy. I was in the tiringsquad that ended the career of thegirl of' the commune. She would notkeep her face to the wall, but turnedtoward us.At tbe last the spirit of evil that hadgrown up rithln her during the struggle passed 3ud was replaced by an expression of one who was about to diein a noble work. She was again theangel of peace and good will. She hadbecome at tbe last tbe martyr,Wheu we marched away from thatscene, destined to remain stamped inmy mind during my life, tbe bulletthat I was ordered to send to the girlof the commune was still in tbe barrel of my gun.When peace came ngain to Paris 1returned to ray home, where I havesince lived in quiet. But tbe latterpart of my worldly existence bas beenfar different from the first In my daydreams and in my night dreams thosescenes of tbe struggle of a social substratum come back to me, and 1 wonder whether I was on the right or thewrong side. That struggle was butthe recurrence of others of its kindthat bad preceded it Is tbe worldbecoming more sympathetic with suchmovements, or is tbe social substratumbecoming more powerful through organization? But these questions are with me oflittle Import compared with that onehuman soul who was moved to action by a divine sympathy, that tookon during the contest the grim ugliness of conflict and who in the face ofdeath returned to Its original divineinstincts.HE HELPEDTHE DEADBy EUNICE BLAKE"Father," said Dordthy Vlcers, "1have more confidence In your Judgment than ray own or that of any oneelee, and I am golug to submit a caseto you. John and Edgar Walcott haveboth been making love to me, and eachwishes me to bo his sweetheart Neither has yet accomplished anythingtoward founding a home, and a marriage with either for some time tocome is not to be considered. But bothare young nnd 1 believe will In timetake their places among fairly successful men. 1 um willing to engage myself to one of them, I confess, because,living in this quiet plnce, I may nothave a better opportunity. John Is themore liable to win success. He is, 1admit rather selfish and prone to look,out for his own Interest Edgar, I fear,may not get on. He is kindly and generous. You know, dear father, that Iam a very practical girl, and it seemsto me that generosity nnd success areincompatible. Nevertheless I like Edgar better than John. Now, what doyou ndvlse?""1 would not think of advising you,my child." replied the father, "but I ,will make some statements bearing onthe case. Success comes in differentways. Probably the man who looksout for his own Interest nnd hoards Isthe most likely to get rich. But a kind ,hearted, generous man will makefriends, nnd friends are valuable.Why not send these two young men-out into the world, promising tbnt theymay return, say. In five years, andtake the one who has achieved thegreater success? It will be a fine stimulus for them nnd may be the meansof making a career for both. Besides,it will give us an opportunity to testthe two methods selfishness and generosity." Dorothy acted on her father's advice and told the young men. who werobrothers, to go out into the world nndreturn on that day five years hence,when she would betroth herself to theone who hnd been more successful. Onthe surface, at least, the fact that theyboth wanted tho same girl bad madeno difference In their brotherly love,nnd they ngreed to go together. Itwas at a time when gold was beingdiscovered In Colorado, nnd the brothers concluded that they would go thereand seek for the wherewithal to enable one of them to marry Dorothy."If we make a strike." said John, "wecan return without waiting for thefive years to pass and claim the'prlze."They entered the gold country, andwith pick and shovel began to dig.Whenever they got discouraged theyheard of some lucky stumbler who hadmade a fortune in n hole In the ground,and they would go on digging. Therewas but one trouble between them.They bad been given a certain amountof money by their father to hold Incommon while they wero prospecting.Whenever they met nny one out at theelbow or hungry or otherwise impoverished, Edgar would Insist on givinghim something from their treasury. Tothis John objected, but as Edgar kepton Insisting on helping every one hemet John at last made a division ofwhat was left and told his brotherthat if he wished to ruin himself hemight do so; be (John) washed hisbands of the matter.They continued to dig, hoping everyday to strike something that would atleast ndd to their fund, which was getting low. Edgar's share was so reduced that there were but a few silverpieces left.One' afternoon, having abandoned abole In which they had been diggingnnd with their tools on their shouldersthey were walking toward another location where they bad heard gold hadbeen found, they came to the deadbody of a man who, Judging from thepick and shovel beside bira. hnd beena prospector. He was very muchemaciated, nnd ns be bad no marksof violence on him It appeared that he 'bad sunk from exhaustion."Poor fellow!" exclaimed Edgar. I"Very likely." said John, "he died iof starvation. He should be a warning to you, Edgar, not to be wastingyour money on every beggar whocomes along.""Let's bury him." said Edgar,"Bury him! Why should we wasteour time at thdt?" said John impatiently. "Come on!""He may have a wife, a mother, asister, possibly a sweetheart, who someday will be glad to know that he received decent sepulcher.""Edgar." tried John angrily, "you'reu fool! I'm worn out with you. Stayhere if you like and bury tbe man.I'm going on."He wnlked away, expecting hisbrother would follow him. But hedid not. Edgar began to dig n grave,and John passed out of sight Thatwas the last tlme'they met until thefive years that they were to remain ontrial were up.On the date appointed John Wnlcottwho hod left off prospecting and opened n small store storked with goodsfor miners, reaping thereby a smnllfortune, returned , to bis home to putIn his claim for (Dorothy's hand. Hefound her married to his brother Edgar and living in fine ntyle."How did you do It. Edgar?" nskedJohn, astonished."Yon remember the dead man 1burled? Well. In digging his grave Istruck one of the best paying mines InColorado."OldershawCastleBy JOHN TURNLEEWhile examining an old manuscriptof my great-grnudfnthor bearing thedate of 17"3 I camp across the following record of un incident that occurredto him while traveling on the Island ofJnmalcn. It was written In my progenitor's bund and In tbe old fashionedspelling and with numerous capitalsIt ran thus:' I was riding along on horseback toward St. Pedro. Not far from me wasa ridge on which wns built a very curious looking house. There wns a tower among tho other parts, from whichI Judged one might view tho wholecountry roundabout. While I waswondering who might live In such astrange looking place 1 saw a mountednegro galloping townrd me. When hecame up to me be reined In his horseand said to me:"My marster. Mr. Oldershaw, Invitesyo' to dine with him nt bis castle onthe ridge, to stay tbe night nnd asmuch longer ns yo' will."I had experienced so much hospitality thus far in Jamaica that 1 was notas much surprised at this strange invitation as I would have been underother circumstances. I thought that Iwould accept It and go into St Pedroin tbe morning. I rode on, bidding thenegro ride beside me nnd asking himquestions 'about Mr. Oldershaw nnd biscastle. I was Informed that be was anEnglishman who bad come out to Jamaica a few years before, had boughta tract of land and built upon it whnthe called Oldershaw castle. He wasthe only white person in it, the restbeing his negro slaves.I found Mr. Oldershaw at tbe entrance of his abode ready to greet me.He bore tbe stamp of an English gentleman, with much more of friendlinessin his manner than tbe average Englishman would have shown a stranger.He told me that be lived a lonely lifeand from tbe tower of his castlewatched with n telescope for travelersand on seeing one luvurlably sent nslave with an invitation.Never would a suspicion of the manhave entered my bead bad I not knownthat Jamaica at that time was thodumping ground for the "black sheep"of English families. So it at once occurred to me that Mr. Oldershaw, being an English gentleman, might havebeen sent to Jamaica by his family toget him out of the way.We dined sumptuously, partaking oftbe luscious fruits of the country umldrinking the choicest of wines. Myhost pressed the bottle upon me, but Inoticed did not drink much himself.We were served by the negro who badborne my Invitation. He never spoke,obeying his master's slightest look, going and coming noiselessly. Indeed,there was something In this stillnesspervading the place that gave me ndesire to get out of it. Then, too,there wus something about my host'shospitable manner which gave me theidea that it was not genuine.My host and I smoked some deliciouscigars after dinner tbat he told me hehad Just received from Havana. Whenbedtime came I was shown to a roombeautifully fitted up with every convenience and 'was left to myself. Butsomething I could not account forwarned me that I was In danger. Itraveled, like every one else in thatcountry, armed. I hnd not the face totake my arms to my room, but I- bada cane with a sword in it, and this Icaught up as I went upstairs.By this time I was In terror. 1 triedto poohpooh my fright and called myself a fool for conjuring up imaginarydangers. But I could not get myselfinto tbat bed. Instead I lay down ona lounge. An hour passed and 1 gotno sleep. Another followed with thesame result In that hot climate bedroom doors are not closed. I thoughtI heard a noise on the stairway wlth-out I hnd noticed curtnlns on all thewindows, and, slipping to one of themand catching up my sword cane as Ipassed, I put myself behind a curtain.Some one stole into the room. I heardfootsteps near tbe bed then a soundHke'a sword plunging through a mattress. A man drew a lantern from underhis cloak and held tbe light over thebed. He wns Oldershaw. I knew bythis time that be bad intended to murder me, and my only chance was tokill blm before be recovered from hissurprise at finding the bed empty.Drawing my sword, 1 left my hidingplace nnd mnde n lunge, running theblade clear through his left side. Hosank down with a groan and was still.But one Idea absorbed mo to get outof tbe placo with my life. I descendedthe staircase hurriedly, but softly, mydripping blade In ray hand. Opening adoor at the foot of the stairs, I stoodat the entrance of n lighted room inwhich were half a dozen blacks apparently waiting for something. Theylooked at me In astonishment"Clear the way!" I yelled and, swordin hand, strode past them, they cowering from me, and gained nn exit notonly from the room, but from tbo castle. Once outside I ran till I reached St.Pedro. There 1 told my experiencennd went back .with an armed force.Oldershaw castle was vacant. Underneath it a pit was found containingbumerous skeletons. They were doubtless my predecessor travelers who badlined nt the cnstle.Who Oldershaw was and what Induced blm to commit these crimes Inever learned. It was suspected thatin England be had been crazed bysome great wrong.44Peoples9 IColumn tFOB SALE.Farm and Town property alwaysfor sale. Money loaned on Real Estate. Wade Turner,"Merchants Bank Bldg.D. Leadbetter,' real estate, nre insurance and (pensions. Office 134 S.High street.For Rent 7 room house on Collinsave. Inquire of O. S. Lemon. (7-2)For Sale 110 acre Cfarm on pikenear New Market. For particularsinquire at thlsCofllce. adv tfFor Sale One second hand engineand two Huber separators.adv J. G. Bell.For Sale A good second handsteel tire buggy. Call Samuel Swisshelm at Samantha.EYE SYMPTOMSDo you have headaches?Do your eyes water?Do theyiache?Does print run together?Do things become dim orswim?Are your Byes inflamed?Do your 1 eyes tire after reading-awhile.ADVICEfcFREEDr. C. F. Faris,THE EYESIGHOPECIALISTOffice 1 door East of Economy store.Main Street, Hlllsboro, O.PLEASANT HILL.June 29, 19i4.Chas. Richards and wife, of Hlllsboro, were looking after the interestsof their farm;here Friday.Rev.Stanley Wilkin.of MowrystowD,spent Monday night with his uncle,H. G. Powell.Dr. Wm. McConnaughey was a callerhere Saturday morning.I Frank Willlson and wife, John Wel-ty and grandson, Charles Beam Slmbro.spent Wednesday with James Harrisand farqily, at Harrlsburg.I Mrs. Larrick and daughter, MissViola, of; Burtonville, are spendingthe weekwith Mrs. Luther Campbell.I CoburnlVance, of Hlllsboro, spentThursday at his farm here.I Mrs.JOllver, of Hlllsboro, spent afew daysilwith henJdaugbter, Mrs.Ralph Sprinkle, last week.I Harry lAndrews came up fromCin-clnnatllSaturday to visit his wife, whospent the week with her parents, Geo,Grltllth and wife.j James Setty and wife and daughter,of Hlllsboro, spent Sunday with hisfather, Wm. Setty.I Chas. Slmbro and family and OttoWarren and family spent Sunday with. William Matthews and family.I Floyd; Frazier, of Dunn's Chapel,spent Saturday night and Sunday withthe RobbinjBrothers.Joe Campbell isf better.Mrs. Starling Lemon and son, Herbert, spent'Saturday afternoon withMrs. CareyJKlrkpatrlck.George Prine and family and CareyKlrkpatrlck and family were guests atthe home of Chas. Slmbro Sunday.Luther Campbell called at Joe Campbell's I rlday afternoon.Oscar -King and wife, of Danville,were callers here' Sunday afternoon.Glenn Ladd and Leo Chanev spentSunday morning with George Prineand family.W. E. Nofster and family spent Sunday with friends in Wilmington.Goodheart I've got you down for acouple of tickets ; we're getting up araflle forja poor man in the neighborhood. Joakley None for me, thank you.I wouldn't know what to do with apoor man If I won him ChristianRegister.The average government salary inWashington is 81079, and the averageall over tho country is 8948.m"What did the doctor say ?""Ho felt of Jones' purse and saidthere was no hope." 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